Thud!
The sound of a door being forced open echoed through the office.
The noise wasn't loud—in fact, it was rather faint.
Yu Xiaogang, who sat on the couch with his back slightly turned to Tang Yin and Liu Erlong, didn't hear the delightful sound.
Nor did he know that the woman he longed for, Liu Erlong, would end up doing it with Tang Yin right in front of him in the office—and things would only get wilder from there.
At that mont, he was intently reading a book on the subject of martial souls. He had gone through it countless tis, yet he kept revisiting it, determined to internalize its contents, master them thoroughly, and refine his own theories.
This was precisely how he had absorbed the knowledge from the Spirit Hall back in the day, repackaged it as his own, and published the Ten Core Competencies—the very foundation of his reputation as the "Grandmaster."
Hmm? Did I just hear sothing?
It seems to be coming from behind ... from Tang Yin's direction.
What is he doing?
As Yu Xiaogang focused on his book, faint slapping sounds reached his ears from behind.
He considered turning around to check—maybe Tang Yin was tapping the desk or sothing.
But the thought of Tang Yin potentially interrogating him about those matters made him decide against it.
Had he turned, he would have witnessed Liu Erlong's face twisted in ecstasy, utterly lost in the pleasure Tang Yin was giving her.
"Erlong," Tang Yin whispered into her ear with a wicked grin, "how does it feel to be pleasured like this while the man who once loved you sits right there? Exciting, isn't it? Do you like it?"
His mighty Gatling machine gun relentlessly assaulted her ammunition chamber.
With Yu Xiaogang seated on the couch just ahead, Tang Yin deliberately kept his pace slow to avoid drawing attention.
Yet even at this asured rhythm, each thrust sent Liu Erlong spiraling deeper into rapture.
Hearing Tang Yin's words, Liu Erlong's face flushed crimson.
Her hands gripped the edge of the desk as she forced her dazed eyes open, trying to focus.
The sight of Yu Xiaogang's back on the couch sent a jolt through her, montarily restoring her senses.
And with that clarity ca an overwhelming wave of sha.
I… I'm actually doing this in front of Xiaogang… with Tang Yin…
How did I beco like this? It must be Tang Yin's fault—yes, it's all his doing!
I'm not this kind of woman…
But… it feels so good… so thrilling…
I want him to go faster… harder… give more…
Though her back was to him, Tang Yin seed to read her mind.
He chuckled darkly in her ear.
"Dean Erlong, you want more pleasure, don't you?"
"Then say sothing to amuse . Otherwise, I might just stop."
"And if I stop… well, maybe I'll have a nice chat with that useless 'Grandmaster' Yu Xiaogang instead."
"Imagine if I called him over right now—let him see you like this, all wanton in another man's arms."
"Watching the woman he pines for getting railed right in front of him…"
"What do you think would happen?"
"Would he lose his mind? Collapse from the shock? Maybe pass out on the spot?"
Tang Yin's words reverberated in Liu Erlong's skull.
Her face burned hotter.
Since he spoke softly, only she could hear him.
Yu Xiaogang, still absorbed in his book, remained oblivious.
The rhythmic slaps from Tang Yin's direction continued—soft but steady.
Yu Xiaogang assud it was just Tang Yin tapping the desk and paid it no further mind.
But Liu Erlong, writhing in desperation, finally cracked.
"Daddy… give more pleasure," she whimpered, her voice trembling.
"Daddy, please… faster… I need more… more…"
"Drown in it… ruin …"
"Make forget that worthless Yu Xiaogang ever existed…"
"From now on… I'm yours…"
"Your woman… your plaything…"
"I'll do anything you say…"
"Daddy, please… fuck harder!"
Her whispered pleas, though quiet, carried just enough for Yu Xiaogang to catch fragnts.
Frowning, he thought he heard Liu Erlong's voice—but that couldn't be. She wasn't even here.
Puzzled, he began to turn.
At that mont, Liu Erlong—impaled on Tang Yin's Gatling gun—snapped her eyes wide open.
Her breath hitched as she stared at Yu Xiaogang's slowly turning figure.
Her heart pounded like a drum.
The sheer danger of being discovered sent her into overdrive.
Tang Yin, electrified by her earlier words, had been about to ramp up his assault when he noticed Yu Xiaogang's movent.
Reacting swiftly, he shoved the chair back, forcing Liu Erlong's upper body down below the desk's cover, then pulled the chair forward again.
Just in ti.
Yu Xiaogang's gaze landed on Tang Yin.
He saw nothing amiss—just Tang Yin sitting oddly.
"Tang Yin… did you hear sothing just now?" he asked.
"A sound? You an… this sound?"
SMACK!
Tang Yin's Gatling gun fired, punctuated by a crisp clap of flesh on flesh.
"Ah, yes… that's the one. So it was you." Satisfied, Yu Xiaogang dismissed it.
Noticing his indifference, Tang Yin glanced down at Liu Erlong, bent over his lap, and smirked.
"Grandmaster, I have this… habit," he said playfully. "I love making these sounds. And they might get louder. You don't mind, do you?"
Yu Xiaogang did mind—but he shook his head anyway.
Then he turned back to his book.
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